Today I wrote the most long, booooorrrrrring post in the history of long, boooooorrrrrring posts. Well, except for the part about my husband wanting to put a windmill on our property and my oldest child having a crush on the next door neighbor (who will be a senior in the fall) and Taylor Lautner (who, I am pretty sure, is even older).
Oh, and there was the part about my gross shower not being as bad as the cat-crap-filled closet on some show my kids were watching the other day. What’s it called? Clean House? Maybe? I think so.
But other than that???? Booooorrrrrrring. And Long. And not getting posted.
I called the middle school this morning to set up an appointment to talk with the principal. Still waiting for her to call back.
I need to go squirt Nasonex up Quinn’s nose, which is pretty much the only definitive plan I have for the day. I mean, there are lots of other things I need to do and would like to get done, but I’m just having a hard time finding the motivation.
Though my shower, nay, my entire bathroom, really does need a good cleaning, so I’ll probably do that, too.
Oh, and I was going to take the kids up to the library to sign up for the summer reading program, but the library closes at 2:00 in the summer and it’s noon now, and I just started lunch for the kids and haven’t had a shower yet, so methinks the library is out for the day.
Have I told you about Quinn’s love affair with Trader Joe’s Goyza pot stickers? As soon as I grab a bag out of the freezer he starts taking off his clothes and then climbs into his chair, where he will sit, and wait, and yell a bit here and there, until they are ready.
What? Don’t you take your two-year-old’s clothes off of him/her before he/she sits down to eat?
Actually, we usually only do that if the meal involves tomato sauce of some kind, but when he sees the bag of frozen goyza, he wants his clothes off (assuming he has any on) (clothing is very option around here for him unless we’re going somewhere) (I am a white trash mom, I know).
In other random news: I exercised this morning. Crazy, I know. But? We’re going to a beach this summer and I have a class reunion in two months. I figure a little effort wouldn’t hurt. Plus? My goal is to kick the caffeine (again) and the only other thing that really helps me keep the migraines at bay (in addition to not eating half the foods known to mankind) is regular cardio. Blargh.
Okay, the youngest is now yelling for more pot stickers (because seven wasn’t enough????), and I really do need to go clean my bathroom (which is pretty much an afternoon-killing affair), and if I don’t end soon this will rival my deleted post for lengthy boringness; but first? Thank you for all the comments on my last post about the school forms. Always nice to hear from others and find out I’m not just some crazy right-wing nut job for thinking they want to know a little too much about everything.
In my last bit of random news: the puppy has now discovered that she can get up on the furniture, and the furniture is oh so comfy! It has been a continuing battle for the past few days. She is currently looking rather dejected on the floor. But 15 minutes ago?
Six months or so old, and this is all the bigger this dog is. I swear, we are going to have the only mini Newfoundland in the world. And see? Clothing optional.
Maybe after I clean my bathroom I’ll catch up on the 100+ posts sitting in my Google reader. I have a feeling this is going to be a perpetual problem this summer. *sigh*
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt is hoping a windmill has NOT been ordered.